âI am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.â
â Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via thegoodvybe)
Not today Justin

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@hakusheart
âI am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.â
â Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via thegoodvybe)
please stop fake caring about me
âItâs hard when you constantly feel so fucking unwanted.â
â (via adrenaline)
do you ever see a really pretty girl and want to cry bc you are not a really pretty girl
i learned that people leave. Even if they have promised a thousand times that they wonât
whoeverâs reading this, i pray that you find happiness. not temporary happiness, or âif i pretend and put on a smile & laugh, maybe iâll be happyâ kind of happiness, but long lasting real happiness. the kind of happiness that makes ur face glow & lights up ur soul. you deserve it
If youâve never listened to your favorite song full blast in complete darkness with your eyes closed youâre missing out bro
You will never understand the hell I feel inside my head
i hate it when u stop being friends w someone or u break up w someone cos uve got all this information about them like at the back of ur mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and youâll think about that person and its like. oh. and it never really Stops
or u have tons of photos of them on ur phone and how theyâre all associated with good times and you just look back at them in sadness but donât have the energy to delete them :(